Lonesome Jubilee Lyrics - 1987
In the shadows of the smokestacks
Through the black snow, that lay on the land
Walked home one winter morning
With my live savings in my hand
Maryanne, she
Got the lights on, on the christmas tree
Sittin
With something dyin
Grew up with great expectations
Heard the promise and i knew the plan
They say people get what they deserve
But lord, sometimes it
Maryanne, she takin
I got a part time job in a drive-in stand
Oh lord, what did i do
To deserve these empty hands?
Chorus:
Across the cities
Across this land
Through the valleys
And across the sand
Too many people standin
Too many people with nothin
There
Empty hands
Now maryanne
When my pride is bruised and broken
She slips her hand into my empty hands
Without hope, without love
You
Just makes a man not give a dammn
That
We
Chorus:
Across the cities
Across this land
Through the valleys
And across the sand
Too many people standin
Too many people with nothin
There
Empty hands
